Lyrics DVSR - Bad Company

VERSE 1
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SHIT TO ERUPT
IN A GLASS SHELL, BEEN ROCKING BACK AND FORTH FOR A MONTH
I CAN’T REMEMBER THE NAME OF A COWARD ONLY THE PAIN AND THE SCARS GAINED
CONTOUR THE VEINS, BROTHER
I PUT THE RANK ON MY BACK
LET THE INFORMATION SINK WHEN YOU GAZE AT THE FACTS
I'LL BE WAITING FOR THE DOUBLE HEADED SNAKE AND THE RAT
I NEED TO REACT AND THEN ADAPT
BEFORE THE CLIMAX AND KEEP INTACT, CUZ (UH)
I KEEP A TERROR ATTACK STYLE LIKE CYRAX BLOWING UP THE MASS, METAL MASK ON (WHAT)
I’M IN A CLASS ABOVE A BLACK BELT JUST LIKE A MASTER
BOW TO DISASTER
SIPPING BLOOD DRIPPING FROM A DAGGER
RELAX LIKE TWO FAT HITS OF BLUE MAGIC
RAISED BY THE CLASSICS
FIRST RELEASE ON REPEAT, TURN THEM ALL INTO ADDICTS

(YEAH, AND THEY STILL AIN'T FUCKING WITH US)

CHORUS
YOU CAN’T FUCK WITH MY CLIQUE
MAD AT THE WORLD WITH THEM SCARS ON MY FIST, BITCH
YOU CAN’T FUCK WITH MY CLIQUE
WHEN YOU'RE LIVING IN A STATE OF MIND YOU CAN’T FIX
YOU CAN’T FUCK WITH MY CLIQUE
MAD AT THE WORLD WITH THEM SCARS ON MY FIST, BITCH
YOU CAN’T FUCK WITH MY CLIQUE
AND I'M LIVING IN A STATE OF MIND YOU CAN’T FIX

BRIDGE
YOU KNOW I FEEL;
CHARISMATIC THE WAY I OPEN MY VEINS IN THE ATTIC
FEELINGS OF MADNESS IN THE COURT OF LAW THINKING I’M IN THE COURT WITH A RACQUET, BRINGING THE RACKET
DISTURBING THE PEACE, WHAT A FEAT, THE FREAK OF NATURE
BIRTHED BY DISEASE
ALERT TO ALL THREATS, FUCK THESE FIGURES I’M-A HONE IN THE SKILLS,
A CLONE IN THE HILLS, PROPOSE AND SACRIFICE FOR THE YOUTH
ADMITTING THE WORLD EXCEPT YOUR FUCKING PUNK CREW

BREAKDOWN
I'M-A BREAK THROUGH WITH THE CLIQUE
BLEEDING OUT THE MOTHERFUCKING CREVICE IN THE MIST
SURFACING THE LEVEL OF PSYCHOPATH
I’M TALKING TO A MOTHERFUCKING BITCH
I NEED TO RELOCATE THE GRIPS.
RE ARRANGE THE CHEEKBONE,JAW, GOTTA LIST (LIST)
OPEN THAT WOUND IF YOU NEED A MOTHER LESSON FROM A BROTHER LIKE THIS
STEP IN LINE WITH THE REST OF THE FILTH (FILTH)

VERSE 2
OH NO, CAN’T BE CONTROLLED, STEP BACK OR FOLD
THE GIFT OF RHYTHM; STILL IT WASN’T GIVEN TO 'EM
YOU BETTER PAY YOUR RESPECTS
PUT THEM HANDS IN DISPOSALS AND LAUGH AT MESS
PANIC OR DISTRESS
LINEAR GRAPHS PREDICT WHERE I REST,
I DIGRESS, MY MINDS AIR LOCKED INSIDE A CHEST (YO)
EVERLASTING, CIRCUMNAVIGATING TO FIND THE ACTION
PERIODICAL VISIONS OF DISTRACTIONS
TO UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF WHAT'S HAPPENED
THEY ASKING, "HOW DO WE DEVELOP WHAT YOU MASTERED?"
IT ORIGINATED IN OUR DEEPEST FEAR OF FALLING BACKWARDS
AND WE WILL ARISE FROM THE ASHES
EVOLVED; FOUR BLACK SOULS THE EYES MATCHING
YOU DWELLING IN THE PAST SPEAKING LATIN
ATTRACT THE METAL SCENE LIKE A MAGNET
OH PLEASE, EXTRACT THE WASTE THAT HAS GATHERED

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